Kittykatruff

my trembling, bleeding hands hold
Chipped champagne glasses,
every fallen shard a fortune.

I look through the glass
and your eyes are distorted:
blue-green piercing
a jagged kaleidoscope,

To future generations

Darling, if only I could
give you a heart
of bronze,
a heart no one
could break,
or rust with
promises
doomed from the start,
clinging to them,
rotting, corroding,
until you wish

give me daffodils
of summer yellow,
and swaying irises'
rich purple color;
your irises spin
and I don't know why,
but I made you stand
and watch the sky
turn dappled gray
to black and blue,
What would I never

*Coughs*
Glares? 
"I promise,
it's allergies!!!"
 

I see you.
Look into those big, brown eyes
and tell yourself you understand.
The mirror reflects every emotion--
the sadness spilling out, tracing salt
down your face;
the hair held firmly back

There's no Nature here.
How am I supposed to write a poem
when all I see is
Concrete
baking in the sun,
Rows of windows gleaming,
glittering like the scales of a fish
or a gravity-defying waterfall